“Don’t call me a dip-shit darling. I’ll spank that pretty little arse of yours red.” My pussy floods, my arousal dampening my knickers. I gulp down the lump in my throat.
“Like the sound of that do you sweetheart? My big hand colliding with your soft pale flesh, turning it a beautiful shade of scarlet?” I just nod still trying to swallow the lump that has formed and lodged in my throat.
“Maybe another time babe. We need to contact this midwife. I want to see my bubba ASAP.” He kisses me once, winks at me, slaps my arse playfully then turns to leave.
“Oh no you don’t mister, you sort me out now. You can’t leave me all wet and horny like this.” I pout my bottom lip and give him my puppy dog eyes. “Pwetty pwease can you help me?” I flutter my eye lashes at him. “I did give you a baby and all. I’m going to get all fat and I need you to make me feel better baby.” I lay the guilt trip on hard.
“You madam are very naughty. Bend your pretty arse over the bed, now.”
I jump up and down and clap my hands, “Yes sir.” I remove every stitch of my clothing slowly, bending at the waist and grab my ankles shaking my arse for his eyes. My pussy is wet and glistening for his view.
He slaps my arse a little harder than before and then rubs his hand over the hand print. “Damn that is one fine cunt Abigail. Stroke it baby, put your fingers in there. I want to see your cum on them.” He commands me, his dominant tone flooding me further.
I bring a hand up and stroke between my aching folds, spreading my liquid through parted thighs. I circle my clit slowly, sending orgasmic jolts through my system, my body trembling and my legs becoming slightly weak.
Leighton grabs my wrist stopping me from rubbing my needy clit. “I said put your fucking fingers in yourself not rub your clit. Now do as your told Abigail or do I need to instruct you on how to obey?”
Holy Fuck. My Pussy trickles a little fluid just at the deep growling tone.
I stick two fingers between my lips and plunge them into myself.
“Ahhh, Leighton that feels so good baby.” I moan at him as I continue pummeling them into myself.
“That’s it Abbi, finger fuck that tight little cunt like I do. Push them in deep baby.” I thrust harder chasing the orgasm that’s slowly approaching; my eyes shut tightly trying to stop myself from melting to the floor.
I hear a load groan from behind me, I open my eyes and peer between my parted legs and see Leighton stroking his now rock hard dick. “FUCK,” I hiss between my clenched teeth, my climax so imminent I could taste it.
“You see what you do to me Abbi, you make me so hard baby, that sexy little pussy of yours on show, your fingers fucking it hard and fast, I’m gonna shove my dick in you so hard you feel in it in your fucking throat you sexy fucking bitch. You want me to fuck that arse of yours Abbi?” God did I, I think I’d kill someone for him to fuck me anywhere.
“Yes, Leighton, please?” I beg him.
“What do you want Abigail? Tell me.”
“Fuck me please Leighton.” I once again beg him, complete and utter conviction in my tone.
“Where, where do you want my hard dick angel? In your mouth, your dripping pussy or your tight arsehole?” I feel his cock now rubbing against the crease in my bum; my fingers still continue their onslaught inside of me.
“Fuck my arse, please, fuck my arse while I fuck myself with my fingers. I need you now Leighton please.” I’d make a deal with the crossroad demon right this second just to get some fucking relief.
“Fuck baby, you’re so hot.” He removes my fingers from inside of me then replaces the emptiness with his own, spearing me deep, my juices running down his hand and onto my legs. Removing his own hand he slathers my anus with the collected wetness from my pussy, lubricating the entrance of my arse.
“Hold tight baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars.” I feel him push against my tight hole, slowly but surely making his inward journey.
I cry out a little as the pain becomes intense and nearly unbearable. I can feel my hole being stretched beyond capacity and I beg god to allow him entrance. I need him there now.
“Relax baby, I promise it will feel amazing.” He teases my entrance, slipping the tip of his hard cock in before retreating, each time the intense pleasure dissipating spontaneously.
“Jesus, Leighton, just fuck me.” I scream at him, his torment is driving me insane. I slam myself back onto his dick as it fills me up, “Yessss,” I moan loudly.
“Abbi, God Abbi you’re so tight. Such a perfect fit for me as always. Now fuck that cunt hard and fast with those fingers. I want to see three in you now.” His hands grasp my hips hard digging, spiking my arousal to a whole new level.
I feel him pull out slightly and then the fullness of him slamming back into me.
“Leighton, I’m going to cum baby, I’m going to cum around my fingers, fuck me harder. I need it rough.” I demand him.
He picks up a brutal, fast pace, slamming three hard times before I literally squirt onto my hand, flooding myself and the floor with my orgasm.
Leighton’s dick swells inside me and then he roars his release into my ear “Argghhh, fuck, take it all Abbi, I’m filling that tight arse with my cum.” when he stills, and pulls out, some of his release escapes and joins mine on the floor.
His head rests between my shoulder blades, “God damn Abigail. That was incredible.” He kisses my neck and pulls me into him. “Bath time sweetheart and then we need to call the midwife.” He beams a perfect smile to me and then leaves to fill up the tub.
My legs feel like jelly and are weak as I try to take a step and then slip on the cum on the floor and fall onto my bum. I laugh and lie back on the laminate and sigh. I feel utterly content and happy this very moment.
I rub my now obvious little bump, not my food baby, my actual baby. “Hello Squishy. It’s Mummy here, I love you so much already, me and Daddy will always love you. You will want for nothing.”
“Baths ready baby.” I hear Leighton calling affectionately from the bathroom.
“I’m coming.” I get myself up from the floor, stretch and then make my way to my man.
“No you already did that.” He chuckles softly aloud.
Chapter Twenty
I awake the next morning, do my usual throwing up ritual and then contact the perinatal unit at the hospital to arrange an appointment with the midwife for my dating scan.
“All booked?” Leighton asks me as I enter the kitchen after getting off of the phone to the nurse.
“Yup, next Friday. That’s less than a week away.” I smile as I slide my hands around his back and lean my head on his chest; his soft lips place delicate kisses atop my head.
“Wow, that’s soon. When can we tell people?” his excitement is clearly visible through the huge smile beaming from his face.
“We’ll see how far along I am in the scan, if it’s over my first trimester I don’t see any problem I just want to make sure the baby is safe first. Okay?” he nods at me, using a single fingertip under my chin; he lifts my chin up meeting my lips with his.
“I love you Abigail, so much.”
“I love you too Leighton, too much.” I snuggle back into his chest.
“So listen baby, I have to go out all day today, I have a business meeting, did you want to ask Maria round? The boys will be with me so she’s on her own today as well” business meeting meaning their going to be disposing of someone for somebody.
“I’d like that; I haven’t had a catch up with her in a while. I’ll ring her babe, you get off to work. And be safe please.” I kiss him deeply, sliding my tongue along his.
“I will angel. I’ll be back tonight. I love you.” He strokes my stomach before turning; picking his phone up from the counter along with his Aston Martin keys, blowing me a kiss and leaving.
I pick up my own phone and dial Maria’s Number.
“Hey Hun,” I hear through the speaker, “What can I do for you?” her breathlessness is a clear signal that she is busy.
“Leighton’s out for the day with the boys and I wondered if you fancied coming over and keeping me company.” I ask her politely, silently sorry for interrupting her Ménage à trois.
“Sure thing Hun. I’ll be over in a bit, I’m just erm, saying goodbye to the boys before they go to work.”
“I bet you are. You enjoy babe. I’ll see you soon.” I hang the phone up, a smile on my face at the thought of my best friend and her men.
After hooking up with the brothers at Scott’s birthday party a few months ago, the three of them have become one, everywhere one goes the other two follow. She is hopelessly and devastatingly in love with the two of them, it was kind of sickening and I was stupidly jealous of her sexy three way, two men showering her with undivided attention all night, licking, biting and fucking all of her over and over at the same time.
My knickers feel a little damp at the thought of another man joining me and Leighton; hmm I kind of like the idea a little too much.
*****
I spend the next thirty minutes tidying and cleaning the kitchen of the breakfast things.
“Abbi.” I hear Maria shout through the hallway.
“In the kitchen babe.” I shout back to her, closing the door on the dishwasher and switching it on to clean. Washing my hands and drying them I brush my top down.
“Morning.” She kisses my cheek with her flustered red cheeks.
“You’re such a bitch.” I tell her pouting my lip.
“And why’s that huh, I aint done nothing to hurt you.” She winks at me knowing I’m not actually upset with her.
“I’m just fucking jealous of you, two men every day. I bet it’s bloody incredible.” I lean my elbows on the worktop and then place my chin in my hands.
“Mmmhmm, it’s pretty damn fantastic, to be honest I don’t think I could ever just have one man on his own again. Look at this.” She pulls her trousers down below her arse cheek, turning to show me her thong clad arse.
I gasp as I witness the scarlet red welts that mark both cheeks.
“Shit that’s hot.” I tell her in a raspy voice, running my fingertips over the top of them. The bumped surface sends tingles through me and my head decides to concoct images of me and Leighton engaging in the same activities. It would be incredible to say the least.
“I know right, it was even hotter when it’s happening. Those boys seriously know what they’re doing. I can’t get enough of them.”
“As I’ve already said, I’m jealous. Did you know Leighton likes men as well?” I ask her visualising him and another man together. It makes me even hornier than I already am.
“Really, now that would be fucking hot. Leighton is so sexy, I can only imagine how hot that’d be.” I see her face is now also imagining my boyfriend fucking another man.
“Yup, I might have to mention it to him. I’m sure he’d be up for it.” I carry on day dreaming, until a cough disrupts me from my thought.
“I think you need to stop the fantasising before you have a wet floor.”
I slap her arm playfully, “Stop it.”
“So it’s gone lunchtime and we need to catch up, wine?” she questions me.
“Oh yes definitely.” I reach into the wine fridge and pull a bottle of Rosé out and collect two glasses from the cupboard.
“Sit,” I point to the sofa in the lounge when we reach there, “So how you been Hun?” I ask her, pouring us both a generous amount, taking a sip and then relaxing back into the couch.
The wine warms my throat then hits my stomach, making its way back up towards my throat.
“Shit.” I clamp my hand over my mouth, jump from the sofa and run the length of the house again to the closest bathroom.
I throw the door open, drop to my knees; now aching from the continuous pressure put on them, and spew my entire breakfast into the bowl.
“Argghhh.” I wipe my mouth with some tissue and dispose of the lot down the drain.
“What the hell is that all about Abbi?” Maria stands at the doorway to the bathroom, a worried look plastered on her perfect little face.
“Erm, nothing. Let me just go brush my teeth and I’ll be back down.” I stand up, making my way to my bedroom.
I brush my teeth, clean my sweaty face and then take one of the anti-sickness tablets the doctor prescribed me yesterday.
I arrive back into the lounge and plonk my backside down beside Maria, clasping my wine glass and downing the contents on it.
“Oh shit.” I huff as I lean my head back, remembering my little baby, nestled inside of my stomach.
“What’s wrong now you’re not going to be sick again are you?” She asks as she refills her glass and my own.
I signal to her that I don’t want anymore and she raises an eyebrow at me.
“So no wine? What’s wrong with you?”
“Erm, it’s just that I’ve not been well, I’m on antibiotics. No more alcohol for me I’m afraid.”
Yes good one Abbi, she’ll believe that
, I tell myself.
“Oh Hun, I didn’t realise you weren’t well.” She comforts me for my fake illness, stroking my arm with her hand and then settling back into her seat.
“So Miss Abigail, how has your life been lately?” her inquisitive face makes me laugh hard.
“Same old, same old, still cleaning and organising the business for Leighton, still having mind-blowing sex and enjoying my life.” I shrug, acting as though my life is normal and like everyone else’s, when I know from experience not everyone is as lucky as I have been these last eight months.
I suddenly feel my baby kick inside me causing a fluttering inside my stomach, I feel my face light up at the feeling, I instinctively rub my hand over my stomach, trying to feel it with my fingertips. “Oh my God,” I yell out excitedly, grabbing Maria’s hand and placing it firmly on my stomach. “Can you feel it?” I ask her excitedly.
Maria notices the kicking sensation inside of my stomach, and then acknowledges my rounded tummy and then my ecstatic shouting’s. Her eyes widen beyond human possibility, moving her hand, then moving her eyes to my face back to my stomach.
“Abigail, are you, are you pregnant?” Maria asks me, a serious look on her face.
“Erm, well.” I look around the room trying to find a way to hide the fact I am. I don’t want anyone to know yet.